She taste bitter. I had known her for years and I had learned everything there is to know about her- I know the way she smiles when she speaks as her cheeks glow like honey caught in the light, I know she nods her head as she listen not wanting they to feel unheard, I know the way her hand rest on back and shoulders as she coos words hand crafted to ease your thoughts. I am not alone in knowing this however, she is like this to all who meet her and she is equally as sweet every time . . . but I had her with me in my bed and she was cold- her words not harsh but very much not caring as if to cut slowly with every remark and glance. I tasted her lips with thoughts of the warmth and sugary way she swayed all who met her- yet all I tasted was a bitter tar that oozed with no hint of the woman I knew. Morning we separated and continued our lives we would see each and she would smile however I could not longer see the warmth that I saw before,

I am not sure what I see.